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Chapter 1How It All Came To Be
It has been five years since Harry Potter graduated from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The events of the past twelve years have caused Harry more pain and grief than anyone should experience in an entire life. After his departure from Hogwarts, Harry made to vanish from the world without a trace. For he knew what was coming, and what was in front of him; what he would have to do.
Though instead of accepting his fate, Harry chose to run from it. Too many people had died because of him. Too many had suffered because of him. Ginny Wesley, Cho Chang, and Colin Creevey all lost because Voldemort wanted him, Harry Potter. Harry had managed, in his last two years at Hogwarts, to only delay the inevitable. His constant struggle was for nothing. Voldemort would once again rule the wizarding world, regardless of what Harry, Dumblebore, or any other wizard did. And rule he did.
In summer of his seventh year Harry went in hiding. He decided that he must not leave the wizarding world. He needed to remain there, in order to practice, and to get better in the art of magic. Before he left, he withdrew all of his galleons from Gringotts and gathered up all of his possessions. Then he set out, without telling a soul, to the land of the giants.
Once there he enchanted a tool set that he had brought along to build him a cabin.
"Brilliant" muttered Harry as he watched the tools work. Harry knew he would miss his friends, and he also knew they would worry. As such, he devised a plan with which to communicate. Well aware that all means of wizard communication would be monitored, he decided to use a bit of technology. Prior to leaving, Harry sent both Ron and Hermione packages with instructions that read, "Do not open until you hear a certain ring.". Neither of them knew quite what it meant, but knew they would figure it out.
The wizarding world had not advanced along with the world of muggles, thus allowing for those with sufficient muggle knowledge to accomplish certain things other wizards could not. Such as communication, owls and floating heads were all good and well, but when compared to the simplicity of a cell phone it was no match. This was Harry's plan, cell phones. No wizard would ever think, nor have the ability to monitor a cell phone.
With the phones Harry managed to speak with Ron and Hermione on many occasions. Initially, Ron had trouble with the cell phone. Occasionally talking into the wrong end, or otherwise simply dropping it. Hermione was a natural, as many muggle women are. Harry made sure to never lose human contact for too long, for he knew it would drive him mad. He longed to see his friends, to see anyone. Though he knew it could never happen, at least not until he was ready.
Harry had not spent his time standing idly by while Voldemort conquered the wizarding world. On the contrary, he was very busy. Busy preparing for the battle that would one day come; the day when he alone would stand face to face with Voldemort. Harry was already very potent in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, though this only caused him to study harder. He was mastering his skills, mastering his magic. He continued his study of Transfiguration, Potions, and Charms; he was slowly conquering these corners of magic also. With so much time on his hands, Harry also studied both Occlumency and Legilimency. He was becoming quite proficient at both.
Though not all time was spent on studying; Harry was still human after all. The time away was spent sorting his emotions. With no one to help him along the way, to send him down the right path, only one thing consumed his thoughts, revenge. As he sat alone in the cave, it was the only thought that comforted him. No longer were the memories of his parents, his friends, or his teachers in his thoughts. He found that happy memories were not something he should dwell on, for he was not happy. For the five years alone in the cave, the though of vengeance consumed him.
With his continued conversations with Ron and Hermione, he learned that Voldemort and his Death Eaters had returned to their previous strength and were showing no signs of slowing. All members of the Order and member's family were residing under Hogwarts, which had recently been shut down. With Voldemort rampaging through the land, it was simply not safe to be running a school. The Order was stopping Voldemort's plans from time to time, but there were simply not enough of them. Voldemort was growing stronger and could only be stopped for so long. Something had to be done, the wizards who still cared needed to organize; they needed to make a run at Voldemort, head on. The tactical attacks and small victories were exactly that, small. Something huge needed to happen, for better or for worse.
After hearing all this from Ron and Hermione, he knew that the time had come. It was time to come out of hiding. With five years of intense study and practice, and an undying hatred for Voldemort, Harry had become a master of magic and he knew it. Despite his skills, he knew that he alone could not defeat the Dark Lord and all his armies. He needed to find people, people willing to fight, willing to die. It was time to fulfill his destiny.